And I’m like “Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment”. (Juno, 2007)
[UHQ] New episode stills from 5.10, “Trio”
"Le Temps de l’Amour" — Françoise Hardy — Moonrise Kingdom (Original Soundtrack)
So I’ve seen a ton of people pointing out recently that Blaine climbed in through the choir room windows as Nightbird and that Kurt always looked out those windows, so what if he was waiting for Nightbird?
I took that challenge. ~2000 words, mostly fluff between these two weird, adorable boys. Some bullying/derogatory language, though, if that’s something you can’t read. Possibly unrealistic love story, but hell, Blaine’s already got superpowers.
“Do it again!” Kurt urged. “C’mon, one more time, Blaine!”
Blaine sighed dramatically, but his sparkling eyes gave away his amusement. “Fiiiiiine,” he said. “But if we get caught, I’m telling our parents this was all your fault.” He held his arms open, and Kurt eagerly walked into his embrace, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders as Blaine put his own around Kurt’s waist. “Ready?”
“Uh huh!” Kurt said, tucking his face into Blaine’s neck and bending his knees along with Blaine.
“Three…two…one…blast off!” Blaine said, full of fourteen-year-old excitement, and he jumped fifteen feet off the ground. Kurt screamed his excitement into Blaine’s neck, and Blaine laughed giddly as he suspended them in midair.
juscallmelee prompted: I can’t remember if you wrote this before but could you please write something with the height and size difference between kurt and blaine when they are doing the dirty?
“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Blaine gasps, breathy, as Kurt grabs his thigh and hoists it up high around his waist.
Kurt kisses up Blaine’s neck, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue and tasting salt and soap. He grips tighter to Blaine’s denim-clad thigh, digs his nails in and feels the way the muscles tighten as Blaine pushes him closer. “What, you?”
Blaine chuckles, but it’s barely there, lost in a moan as his hands grip and hold at Kurt’s shoulders. He arches, head pushing against the door to the loft, and bites out, “No—uhn. Well, I hope so, but I meant—ah. Being able to hold me against the door like this.”
but seriously when did we all start saying “yo”
i won’t lie
i am in fact an “attention whore”
i need to feel like i actually matter to people
i need to feel like i’m not a totally horrible person
i need to feel like there are people who love me
because i’m certainly not gonna do it myself